Selma Payne's POV:
Everything was calm, at least on the surface.
The elves were still in a fragile state of peace, and there was no progress in the search for the cultists. I wasn't surprised by this at all. When everyone had invested their strength into the seemingly endless power vortex, even a rat with a broken leg could easily empty a house's warehouse, let alone a group of evil cultists who would use every means possible.
The Council of Elders didn't contact us. Looking at the decreasing number of soldiers belonging to the interim government on the streets and the increasing number of the Crown Prince's private army and supporters, I knew that the current situation of the Council of Elders wouldn't be much better than ours.
"How boring..."
I pulled down the heavy curtains and ruffled my hair in frustration, trying to suppress the anxiety in my heart.
